Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Armenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Cowsills to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
Althea and Donna,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
The Move,
The Barracudas,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
X-101,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.